Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Yesterday, Mama took the kids to a splash park just north of us to check it out for 3B's birthday party. OK, spoiler alert...if you're coming to 3B's birthday party, we're going to a splash park.

Also, if you're coming to his party, that means you're, like, five years old...so what are you doing reading my blog?

According to Mama, everyone had fun. 3B ran all over the place and made a new friend. When I asked him what his new friend's name was, he said, "It occurred to me that I should tell him my name."

I swear that sometimes my son believes he's paid by the word when he speaks. Otherwise, why "occurred to me"? Why not "I realized"? Or even simply, "I didn't tell him my name"? Wherever does this wordiness come from?


While we're on the topic of words, one of his favorite tricks is to use "apparently" for comedic effect, often when something unexpected happens, such as, "And then that toy will fall off the bed and make a loud bang, apparently." He's not even five and his deadpan rivals Steven Wright's.

At the rate Jewel's speech is progressing, I'm sure she'll be at that point before she's two. Every day is a cornucopia of new constructions and conjugations. Just yesterday afternoon, we were sitting on the couch and it occurred to me that I was having a conversation with my daughter. The depth of what that means almost left me speechless, but then she asked a question and we moved on.

No matter how many times they happen, there are parts of parenting that will always be magic to me, like hearing my kids thoughts. So, spoiler alert, kids...I will be that parent at college graduation marveling at how far you've come and how I can remember when you couldn't even talk and wondering where you got that wordiness.


And then I will remind you how cute you are. So cute, in fact, that when you came home from a splash park and filled my bed with the sand you were covered with, I still loved you, and not just because it made me feel like we were still on our beach vacation.

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Monday, July 11, 2011

Me too

We're back from our 10 days in California, and my body is wondering what, exactly, I think I'm doing, forcing it to be vertical at hours of the day that defy credibility.

It might be easier to take such a rude awakening if I were only being awakened by Jewel to get donuts and hippo cookies and take a walk around the island to see the big boats. Yes, she's not only speaking in sentences, but stringing them together and adding vocabulary every day.

It started about the time Mama was leaving for Ethiopia with the sentence, "Baby Bella go home," as a neighbor who had come over for a play date was leaving. Since then, we were awakened almost every day in California with a cascade of requests:
Mommy wake up.
Daddy wake up.
Brubie wake up.
Go get donuts.
Go get hippo.
Go get cookie.
Go see big boats.
Her big words recently have been "too" and "come back." We stood watching the ferry traverse the harbor between the island and the peninsula one morning, and every time one went away, she said, "Want big boat come back." That was easy enough to accommodate since its twin was already on its way over from the peninsula. She also kept saying, "Want get on big boat," which was because we had taken the ferry a few days before to get dinner at Ruby's.

And just about everything that Brubie--that's Brother, or 3B to you--gets, Jewel wants too. And since she now knows what "me" means, and uses it all the time along with her name, we end up with lots of requests for "Jewel too" after Brubie asks for something, or "Jewel want too," or even simply "me too."

Of course, Mama and I may have only ourselves to blame for that, since our frequent reply to Jewel's hands grabbing our toes from her Pack N Play at the foot of our bed and saying "Want go get donuts" was often "Me too...I want you to go get them and bring them right back to me here in bed."

Somehow, Jewel never got that last part down.

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